Yard of Darkness – November 2023

Windmills of the void
Owners of the night
Every yard of darkness
Burnt in midnight oil

Death stalks me
With his imperial golden eagles
Drinking his absinthe and café crème
Smiling into the crowd

Blue-water child
Caught between gold-dripped forest
Whose mossy king
Runs through its aisles

The context of pain
Wall-to-wall nightmare
Hot and dark prison
Laughter from the audience

Holy-trimmed winter
Daisy-spiked sleep
Breath of dusk
Slipping away into the spark of night